"Very well." The blond young man declared, his eyes resolute, "Is it going to be one on one or fifty-one on fifty-one?"
The black-haired young man glanced over his shoulder at the crowd behind him: "Since we're all here, let's do this together."
The two men nodded at each other and took the lead to unsheathe their one-handed swords.
"You guys." Lina's voice sounded very weak: "Wait for a moment."
"Do you wish to interfere with a sacred duel? Woman." The two nobles hadn't pointed their swords at Lina, but their gaze focused on her.
"Ahaha, 'sacred' indeed." Lina weakly chuckled: "Who the hell are you guys anyway, and why are you dueling here?"
The two young men shared an astonished look, "She doesn't know who we are?" "Let's enlighten her." After a quick discussion, they each waved and their respective followers, as if rehearsed, rolled out a banner each.
"Ansha Guards"
"Michelle's Support Group"
